(11/30) Bleak

The prompt for day eleven over at NaPoWriMo: write a poem that addresses the future, answering the questions What does y(our) future provide? What is your future state of mind?


Dear Future,

I made a plan to meet you years ago;

penned you love letters and postcards
even when I couldn’t afford
paper to write on.

I cling to the idea
that you’re just a day away
but after twenty plus years
of romanticizing what it would
be like to finally meet you,
I’m at the point of giving up.

The thought of you has been
replaced with chip implantation,
mass genocide of the poor
and apocalyptic world war.

Part of me will always be 
with you on that beach like 
I envisioned but reality
is here now with 

outstretched arms
and a bosom full of fear
whispering in my ear
about plan B.


© 2018 Abruvanamedsly



Eli


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